Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 46, Number 164, 21 May 1921 — Page 15

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM. SATURDAY, MAY 21, 1921

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THE JUNIOR RICHMOND PALLADIUM

The Junior Palladium is the children's section of the Richmond Palladium, founded May 6, 1016, and issued each Saturday afternoon. All boys and girls are invited to be reporters and contributors. News items, social events, "want" advertisements, stories, local jokes and original poems are acceptable and will be published. Articles should be written plainly and on one side of the paper, with the author's name and age signed. Aunt Polly is always glad to meet the children personally as they bring their articles to The Palladium office, or to receive letters addressed to the Junior Editor. This is your little newspaper, and we hope each boy and girl will use it thoroughly.

AUNT POLLY'S LETTER

Good Evening, Junior Folks: Is this little verse talking about Fairyland? "A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was; Of dreams that wave before the half shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pas:-, Forever flushing round a summer sky." Where is Fairyland, I wonder. Does a person wishing to go to Fairyland always go in dreams or through a looking glass? Fairyland is a beautiful country, all the stories say, and in it are wonderful castles and palaces and lovely little thatched cottages whore roses climb. Right here in the United States we see wonderlands of snow and ice which Jack Frost and Father Winter plan, in the whiter time. In the summertime too, the countries that we know about are gorgeous places and in spring, our own little town is full of trees and bushes dressed in new pretty green garments and there are flowers, and birds that sing and little breezes that play. And palaces? Over in Bangkok, Siam, is a palace with a roof of many-colored tiles inlaid with gold leaf. All over this palace are strange carvings and fairy stories are told in colored porcelain on its walls. In India and Japan are temples and palaces of marble, studded with jewels and lacelike with carvings. Is Fairyland more beautiful than this? Fairyland is a land where wonderful things happen and dreams come true. In Bangkok (you see I have been reading a story about Bangkok too, are Royal White Elephants that are given titles of nobility and are waited upon by servants and a king rules there whose real name is Somdetch Phra Paramendr Maha Vajiravudh Phra Mongkut Klao, and who is loved by all his subjects. Isn't that like a fairy tale? A boy emperor, right now, is held a prisoner in China and many dukes and counts and duchesses and countesses of Russia, Austria and other countries upset by war, are traveling under different names now, wandering as Robin Hood did or the hundreds of princes in fairy tales whom people never knew were princes. We have airplanes and steamships and electricity as a power we can use, wonderful cathedrals, paintings and music and statues all beautiful dreams that have come true. Do more strange things happen and do more lovely dreams come true in Fairyland? And fairies? What are they really like? They have the power to get for themselves and for other people the things they want most. There are bad fairies whom we do not like to think about, who are selfish and make even fairyland unhappy. Then there are the good fairies, who have the power to make people happy and use that power all the time, and are happy and live and dance for joy in places of beauty and make fairyland a happy, busy, singing place, so stories tell us. But I

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LITTLE FLORA HAS BIG ADVENTURE She looked through the door and saw Mr. Von Dick was going to choke Ruth. Flora was frightened. She was going to call for the servants, but none were there, so she went in herself. The old man man jumped for her. She dodged and he tried to get her again but he failed. He asked her what her name and business was. She told him. He said for her to go. She said not

until she could have his grand daughter. He said yes, ana don t darken Hie doors again. When they got to the Kent place they were getting supper. She 6tayed for supper. After supper they talked and asked questions about her life. They found that her grandfather was always mean to her. She stayed with Mr. Murray. Flora and Ruth had good times together. She was an intelligent woman. She paid Mr. Murray for his kindness to her. In many ways she helped Flora for saving her life. Hyacinth Richardson, Grade !, Age 10. Fountain City, Ind. WASHDAY TROUBLES When Monday morning rolls round. I hear mother at the door. Saying. "Mary, are you up? Let's hear your feet on the floor; For this is wash day, you know, And you must help your mother. (The help bing to care for your little brother.) For two-year-old Max is such i case ; All day after him I have lo race. When he isn't pumping water He is starting down the cellar; And 'tis some job to care for such a naughty little fellow. I am always glad when mother says. "Now. Mary, I'm done, And 1 11 get baby Max lo sleep. So you can have some fun." And quickly to the barn I hurry away. For there are four little Uittena down there in the hay. Mary Miller, Age 11. Grade 5 Carlos City. School. By Ad Cart

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THE CALL OF Two girls sat looking out of a second-story window in the Chicago Y. W. C. A. building one Saturday afternoon late in March. One was a girl of 19 years and the other one of 16, by name, Eleanore and Peggy. They had met early that afternoon at the Y. W. C. A. to play basket-ball with some of their friends In the gym. After nearly two hours of strenuous play they took a duck In the pool to cool off. Then they dressed and went into the library to read. Both girls were bo restless after such vigorous exercise, however, that they could not read and Peggy soon got up and wandered out to the window. Soon Eleanore joined her and they sat down on the broad window ledge, Peggy gazing off Into space and Eleanore looking down on the streets to watch the surging throngs of people. Hearing a sob Eleanore looked up and saw Peggy cover her face with a handkerchief. "Peggy," she said excitedly, "what is the matter? Why are you crying?" "Oh, I can't tell you!" sobbed Peggy." "Now Peggy, come on and tell me. Maybe I can help you out." "No, I know you can't. It's far beyond even you." "Well, tell me anyway," begged Eleanore. "There is nothing to tell. This tells all." And she drew from her bosom a little gold locket. Opening it she showed her friend a miniature. "Joseph Carlyle's photograph! Oh, Peggy! You don't love him, do you?" "Yes," answered Peggy calmly, for she had ceased crying. "Do your mother and father know it?" No, neither of them do, and won't know for some time yet, either. Nobody knows it yet for it is a secret love." "And are you sure he loves you, Peggy?" "No, I am not. And that Is what worries me so, for I don't want to give him my love if he is not willing to give me his." Eleanor was rather against Peggy for not telling her In the first place. But she sided In with her companion most of the time. Now was a time, however, when she felt she must warn Peggy and so save her many heart-breaking experiences which might come in the near future if her companion was to be altogether ignorant of what love really meant. So she said in SPLENDID EXHIBIT (Continued from Page One) by boys and girls in all the fifth and sixth grades under the supervision of Miss Buhl prove popular with visitors, young or old. A group of pencil sketches of South Tenth street park made by the boys and girls of the fifth and sixth grades who showed special talent, represent their subjects well. These pupils formed a special class which met with Miss Blanche Wait, art teacher in senior high school every Saturday morning. . Girls in the 7A and 8B classes of Garfield made very attractive beads of clay . They designed and painted them too. Decorated flower pots, a pretty idea of making! a commonplace thing attractive, ! were exhibited by these girls. Purses of tooled leather, attrac- ' tive in workmanship and design, were made by the girls in the Garield Art club group taught by Miss Florence Williams. Hand built vases of clay, fired and enameled are exhibited by the girls of Miss Mawhood's group of the Garfield Art club and represent much work on the part of their designers and form a novel exhibit. Decorated bonbon boxes also were exhibited by this group. Congratulations on a most satisfactory exhibit are due to the leaders in this art work, the grade school teachers. Miss Mawhood. . Miss Wait and Miss Florence Williams, as well as their juvenile artists. TOO MUCH BOTHER. "This thrashing I'm going to give you will hurt me worse than you." "Well, don't be too rough on ourself. Dad." said Bobbie; " iu't worth it."

PEGGY HOLT

J her most matronly tone, "Peggy, don't get rash. Remember you have never had any experience in love so watch out and take my advice." "Yes, Eleanor, I will, but look and see -what time you have. My watch says 5:30." "So does mine. I'm glad today is Saturday. I have some shopping to do yet." "That reminds me. I must get some organdy for my new dress. Oh, where are my furs?" "Over here under my coat." "Are you going to church tomorrow, Eleanor? Dr. Mackentar Is going to be there and speak about China. He has just returned from there and I am very anxious to hear him. I think he is going to be here for the morning service only." "Oh, tomorrow is the day, isn't it. I thought it was to be next week." "No, tomorrow is the day. I heard Mr. Freeman announce It al Prayer meeting Thursday night." "Well, are you ready?" "Yes." "Come on then." "Oh, wait a minute! I want to call Father on the phone." And she went to the telephone. "Hello, is this Father? Father, would you meet me at Hyde Park station? Eleanor is with me and 1 am going to bring her out for supper." "All right, Peggy. I'll be there to meet you with the car. Goodbye." And they hung up. "Eleanor," Baid Peggy, "can't you come out for supper tonight? Call up your mother now and ask her. Tell her we will see you home in the. car." "All right." Eleanor entered the telephone booth and when she came out her face was radiant. "I know by your face what she said," laughed Peggy. "Yes and.no wonder I am happy when I am invited out to your house for a meal. Your mother is such a good cook that if she only had bread and butter and apple sauce, I would declare with perfect truth that the bread was better than I had ever tasted before and that the apple sauce was fit to set before a queen." "Yes,, I think you would," and Peggy laughed at the thought. "But come now or we shall be late for the L." Mr. Holt met them as Peggy had directed and took them out to the home of the Holts. (To Be Continued) Margaret Livingston, Junior High Sfhool. J SOCIETY Ethel May Hamilton, of Washington. D. C, is visiting her grand parents, Mr. and Mrs. R. J. Wigmore, 1216 Ridge street. Miss Regina Dell Clayton entertained a few of her little friend Tuesday evening at her home, 305 North 9th street, in honor of her 8th birthday anniversary. Games and Victrola music furnished the amusements. Refreshments were served to Miss Margaret Daggy, Miss Ruth Shawhan, Miss Edyth Sterling, Miss Dorothy Shawhan and Miss Regina Dell Clayton. Who'll Take that Trip to Cincinnati? Any boy or girl in the public or parochial schools who writes the best story about the CaloriC Pipeless Furnace wins the vacation trip. All expenses will be paid by the CaloriC folks. Better get in your essay or short story soon if you want to See the Zoo Gardens and the strange animals, the beautiful highlands of Kentucky, and take a trip through the largest warm-air furnace factory in the world. June 10th will soon be here. That's when the CaloriC contest closes. Come to 7 South 7th street right away! Let us give you free books and Information that will help you to win.